Adventures with Olive and Georgia

To get one nice photo of two babies, you go through many many not so nice ones. Some are hilarious and even more entertaining than the "nice" photo, but they are definitely not what you were going for. Here is our latest collection of Christmas photo outtakes for your viewing pleasure. The Party Face Photo HAHAHA The Cutest Fat Baby Ever Photo The Protective Serious Big Sister Photo The Merry and Right Photo The Ear Rubber Photo The Too Much Flash Photo The "Ohhh, Nice Glitter!" Photo The Falling Baby Photo The Baby Wrestling Photo The Cough Photo (My Favorite) The Head Punch Photo The Head Butt Photo The Flipper Photo The "What the heck are you doing? Photo The "For Real?" Photo and the two winners…. Merry Christmas from Georgia and Olive!

(A glimpse into a Friday for anyone who has asked or just wondered what it’s like to be me. Lol. That is probably zero people. But anyway…) 6AM- Wake up to a baby fussing for the 3 rd or 4 th time. Figure out who it is…Georgia again. Shove Tony and tell him we need some bottles. Feed Georgia and take a shower. 7AM- Get dressed. Tony can’t get Olive to take her bottle, so get undressed to try and feed her (they are allergic to clean clothes). She refuses her bottle, which makes 3 missed bottles due to an earache.  Attempt to squirt milk in her mouth with a medicine dropper as she throws her head back and fourth and squirms all over the bed. 8AM- Get redressed, make coffee, leave for work. Listen to the Old School Rap Pandora station to get pumped for the day (Sorry guys, Christian radio just doesn’t get me going). 9AM- Check agendas, collect field trip money, write notes to parents about field trip money, try to convince boys to go on the field trip (ball

I can’t believe that it has been 6 months since God entrusted us with these two sweet girls. checking themselves out on Mamaw's iPad On the peaceful, happy, calm days, I hold them close and take deep breaths.  I think that maybe I can slow time down and hold onto those quiet little moments forever.  Maybe when they are 5, 16, or 29 years old, I can just close my eyes and go back to that time I rocked them to sleep in their nursery when they were 6 months old.  To celebrate 6 months of changes, we took a few photos to show the growth since G and O came into the world, as well as just some cute current photos.  Georgia barely an arm's length Georgia a lap full Holding G with O watching nearby at a few day's old. Yesterday All swaddled and bouncied at a about a week old. Can't swaddle or keep these girls bounced- they wiggle right out. With their best bud Gwyneth at 2 months Chillin with Gwyneth at 6

I mentioned in a previous post that a good friend told me that COMPARING IS THE THEIF OF JOY. I want to expound on that. I saw a dumb magazine with a photo (very airbrushed I’m sure) of Kim Kardashian in a bikini on the cover. She looked great! But… it’s difficult to see stuff like that as a woman (and I don’t speak for everyone), and not think, “How did that happen? I still barely fit into my first round of maternity clothes!” Also, there’s that picture floating around with the petite hottie with a body mommy with three kids that says, “What’s your excuse?” Well, that just inspires the crap outta me…NOT. Come to find out this ‘hot mama’ is a fitness trainer. So, my excuses are; 1.      I have a sitter to go to work not to exercise. 2.      I work at an elementary school, not a gym. 3.      I can’t afford a gym membership and I don’t have time to take away from the babies to go anyway. 4.      When those angels magically nap at the same time every few

I have completed two weeks of teaching during the day and mommying in the evening and night. I have to say that I was terrified of how hard it was going to be, and believe me it has been hard, but it isn’t as difficult as I expected.  The girls were sick for the first time during my first days at work.  My mom called to tell me she was taking Olive to the Dr. (she had already taken Georgia) and I could hear the girls crying in the background. I cried. Tony was out of town for week one, and is about to leave again (Thank goodness for my awesome mom and for my family letting her keep coming back!).  We are all surviving fussy evenings and staggering around to make bottles at 4AM knowing we have to get up again in two hours to go to work. Our house is a wreck 99% of the time and smells like a combination of spit up and a diaper pail. I go to bed every night at 9:30 with the babies, which is earlier than I’ve ever gone to bed in my life but I am soooo exhausted